But then I suddenly laughed.
“What’s so shocking about these?” I said coolly. “I’ve got plenty more like them.”
Before anyone could react, I tapped a few nearby phones and used Airdrop to send out a folder full of pictures.
The notification sounds then began chiming one after another around the classroom.
Renee and her little sidekick burst into shrill laughter.
“Elodie, you’re so desperate,” she mocked. “What, trying to get people to notice you? Looking for a job, maybe?”
But one of the boys nearby frowned and tapped her shoulder uncertainly. “Uh… Renee, the photos Elodie sent, those are of you.”
“What?!” Renee quickly snatched his phone, and the moment she saw the images, she screamed, “These are edited! That’s not me!”
The photos were the same ones she’d shown before, except the faces had been swapped for hers and her friend’s.
Meeting her furious eyes, I shrugged, unbothered.
“It’s the twenty-first century. Are you really still ashamed of a little nudity?” I said lightly. “When you Photoshopped my nudes, I didn’t take it so seriously. I just appreciated them as an art.”
The students began to murmur among themselves.
“So, the pictures of Elodie were fake, too?”